Behind stood the Ghost Gate, where any specter could be dragged out. All it took was to force the great snake out of its physical form.,With a snap, the strap of my bag was ripped apart and I stumbled to the ground.,From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.。